[it sorta sucks, but honestly he hasn't hit the point of understanding it yet. it's still novel and kind of exciting.]
We shouldn't need to—
[barter that much. Sylvain is a wonder to watch, though, charming and flirtatious in a way that he's at once glad and disappointed he hadn't gotten to see before now. of course, given the point of said charm, that's for the better and he does understand that.
it's all a bit of a whirlwind of conversation, for someone who isn't used to bartering in the first place. seemingly out of nowhere, they're handing over the clothing vouchers and the salesgirl is already prepared to head back into the back room. the little jolt from the shove brings him back to the task at hand, at least, and he gives a somewhat... bewildered smile to Sylvain.]
It's just a piercing... but thank you.
[if there was ever a moment to realise that maybe Olivine is not exactly into women, it's probably that one. he doesn't even seem to think past it, just slipping into the back room to get this all... well, done.
what goes on there will forever be a mystery, probably. some conversation happens, just barely audible, and in the end, Olivine isn't much worse for wear when he escapes. a little disheveled, his shirt a little askew, maybe even a little swelling on his lip, but overall? just fine. the salesgirl seems at least mostly satisfied, and leaves the two to themselves now.]
Mm. Sorry for the wait.
[ah, there it is; the inevitable lisp. even if his tongue wasn't swollen, the sudden shift of talking with a rigid bar in your mouth is notably not so easy to just... overcome, especially when it clicks against teeth. he'll have to speak a little more slowly, he thinks, to mitigate it more.]
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We shouldn't need to—
[barter that much. Sylvain is a wonder to watch, though, charming and flirtatious in a way that he's at once glad and disappointed he hadn't gotten to see before now. of course, given the point of said charm, that's for the better and he does understand that.
it's all a bit of a whirlwind of conversation, for someone who isn't used to bartering in the first place. seemingly out of nowhere, they're handing over the clothing vouchers and the salesgirl is already prepared to head back into the back room. the little jolt from the shove brings him back to the task at hand, at least, and he gives a somewhat... bewildered smile to Sylvain.]
It's just a piercing... but thank you.
[if there was ever a moment to realise that maybe Olivine is not exactly into women, it's probably that one. he doesn't even seem to think past it, just slipping into the back room to get this all... well, done.
what goes on there will forever be a mystery, probably. some conversation happens, just barely audible, and in the end, Olivine isn't much worse for wear when he escapes. a little disheveled, his shirt a little askew, maybe even a little swelling on his lip, but overall? just fine. the salesgirl seems at least mostly satisfied, and leaves the two to themselves now.]
Mm. Sorry for the wait.
[ah, there it is; the inevitable lisp. even if his tongue wasn't swollen, the sudden shift of talking with a rigid bar in your mouth is notably not so easy to just... overcome, especially when it clicks against teeth. he'll have to speak a little more slowly, he thinks, to mitigate it more.]